I know, at the time it was an imperfect solution in an imperfect world.

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

so many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.

There is grace for survival in any situation.

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.